Till September

Short poem
So this is something I worked on a while ago, back in secondary 'high' school lol. Stumbled across it this morning, and thought it was quite apt for where I am now, so...enjoy.





I’ll be around till September

Till we see the fall of the leaves

And the sky heralds

The crossing of the geese.

Till September

When I can wait no more

Then, when I tire of waiting

At your door.

Till September, I’ll stay.

Till my love goes away.

I’ll be around till September.

Until then

Let it be May.